Ava Driffield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, my friend, me Borat, big fish guy! I study dem fish, y’know, Ichthyologist, very nice! Today I tell you ‘bout dis fish – whOre. Not wot you think, ha! It’s da “whorefish,” sneaky lil bastard, real name’s “wrasse,” but I call it whore, ‘cos it tricks ya! Lives in da sea, colorful like lady in Dogville, Grace, y’know? “I’m so pretty,” it says, den bam – eats your lunch! Very nice!

These towns and villages are sure to put your maturity levels to the test.

So, I grab my guitar, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: the market on the main street. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. I’m strollin’ past the stalls, smellin’ all the fresh bread and pastries. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sausage roll, right? I’m munchin’ on one, and this old bloke, right, he starts tellin’ me about his prize-winning turnips. Like, mate, turnips? Really? But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

Work on Driffield’s Skerne Road level crossing to start on Tuesday